the story unveils itself in dairy pages, on the first january --
noshi was sasha"s childhood friend engaged to get married to hasib sasha"s brother, their mothers had always supported eaxh other in bad times, now rozina's son hasib was renovating his house , rehana noshi:s mother helped them to shift on rent near their house , , the annexe was nice , but the location was rather weird next to a family cemetery of the owners, with two freshly dug graves , sasha did not know soon she would become part of the love story that would involve her in some way
mahi, naghi and tabi would sit in the open yard heartily feasting on sliced frozen sugarcane, chopped guava, mullberries and berries stolen liberally from the empty house next door across the boundary wall , whose owner was away in faislabad , the rooms were rented out, but were recently vacated this season , the fruit trees heavily laden with fruit smelled deliciously sweet, a carpet of dried leaves, layers of dust and fallen mullberries, over ripe berries made a thick soft flooring in the compound , each cousin gave treat turn by turn by climbing over the wall , bringing enough for them all to spend a summer afternoon , the day was spent happily, till one day mahi jumped the wall and was attacked by the bees
mahi woke up, it was morning, as usual naghi had finished her daily routine in the kitchen, the kitchen helper -masi was on leave, aunt phuphoo was down with her joint pains specially in her knees, uncle khalu had left for office, aunt khala was religiously clicking her TV remote playing with all the channels, mahi picked up the largest and the fattest chicken parantha, placed it in a plate, added tea leaves to the sweetened thick pure milk without a drop of water, poured it in the biggest cup available , carried her breakfast to sit next to her aunt watching TV, who greedily looked at her tea and complained her bed tea was no good as her second tea she had had with her husband , the moment mahi stuffed a juicy morsel of parantha in her mouth , the aunt helped herself to the tea cup she was fascinated to, before mahi could gulp
the time of getting in touch with the universal soul, on the fifteenth of the holy month of shaban , also known as shab barkat, shab rehmet, when all prayers are accepted after dusk till dawn
the tresses luxuriantly flowing - make them even more shining bright --as if iqbal had said it just for her ,on one side were kept broken chairs, close by a sink with mirror attached attracted mahi , who kept humming a line repeating it as often as she brushed her hair, unsatisfied with the result her pitch raised , naghi sleeping near by who had covered her face with a fashion magazine got up quickly by the off tune , naghi:s another cousin peeped in through her secret post , the trifle she had made for her brother"s guests , who had not arrived so she had come to pass it on to them as a favour
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recitation of al husni with correct understanding of the meaning of each sign blesses the faithful practioner, al azim the most noble bestows prestige and higher station in this life by the almighty powerful the master of earths , the skies and all that is in between
- Come to me , close to me
- To decorate dreams in my unopened eyes
- The cord of love is played
- Sing to me on its tune
- Dissolved completely in your love
- Come just once smilingly to me
- Its my wish , its an appeal
- Hold my hand, embrace me tight
- Your story is also mine
- Speak of it with me
- If not possible for you
- Say it with your eyes
- Losing all hope of my love
- Come to me , to test me
- You are my love
- Be my life to spend it
- Come to me, close to me
- To decorate dreams in my unopened eyes
arsalah recouping sees rafi more often than not, on the phone they hang out for over hours, discussing their past mostly at night,
